I mean, how far off from a Bond Villain are you then? You’d just need a cat (and maybe a scar).
As I stand in the man’s bedroom I wonder if all the secret escape tunnels and machine guns made Bao Dai, the last emperor of Vietnam, sleep any more soundly at night?… Read More
The road is a blur.
Mountains, rivers, and endless jade-green rice paddies whip by at 70 clicks an hour. Pause to slowly work your way through a herd of water buffalo and then punch it.… Read More
Three months in and the strangeness of Asia has not gotten to me in the way I had figured. Sure, they call limes lemons, eat dog, and drink beer with ice, but at the end of the day that’s not enough to trigger the homesickness I had prepared for.… Read More
As far back as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be a gangster.… Read More
Continued from ‘Easy Rider’
The plan was vague, but the ingredients were all there; motorcycles, asian-chicks, questionable meats. I had no solid plan of attack, little bankroll, and no wingman (or wing-woman, I’m an equal opportunity adventurer and as far as I know menstrual cycles don’t have the same effect on tigers as it does bears).… Read More
One of the earliest memories I have of my father is a bedside chat at about the age of 8.
In it he outlined the paths that one’s life can take and how they are often vast and varied. That over the course of a man’s life he may try his hand at many things, some successful, others not.… Read More
Responding to his ad in the middle of the night I found my revolutionary-looking friend, Mr.Ulyanov, was staying only a block away. … Read More
Never trust a fart in southeast Asia. Wish I’d have heard that little gem sooner.
They say you’re never more humble than when, as an adult, you shit your pants. Well ladies and gentlemen, I stand before you today as humble as the Buddha himself.… Read More